The last quarter of my undergrad ended with an actual fire in my room that sent me quickly home before the widespread shutdown due to the COVID-19 pandemic. With my space in ashes and my goodbye to the last four years stolen, I went home with my parents and found myself processing all that had been on my mind since the year started. 

Faced with this new shore of ‘real’ adulthood and its perceived changes, the camera was an extension of me- capturing familiar and foreign, and illustrating my reaction to it. As I wrestled with the bittersweet culmination of this season, I uncovered the ways in which I have transformed and acknowledged the pieces of myself that are still tender and broken. I found a sense of closure and self assuredness that in all the ways I’ve been- I am complicated, inexplicably valuable, and ever growing.